When I was in my second year of high school, I had a fight with a guy in class. He called me a stupid, dirty bastard who only wore two sets of clothes a week and didn't mind the dirt. Then we got into a fight. I didn't know how to fight at the time, and we both got bruised. He cried, but I didn't. I felt so proud at the time. I said to him proudly, "Don't mess with me," and then went back to my seat. I felt so awesome at that time. The whole class was looking at me, and I wanted to stand on the podium and give everyone a hip pat.
"And then?"
Xiao Yuqin smiled with a distressed and sad look, her bright peach blossom eyes fixed on Qin Sheng's profile, unwilling to leave for a moment.
"Then I sat back down and found a pack of tissues and a few band-aids on the table. I turned around and saw my pretty female classmate. She was quite arrogant and told me I was an idiot and asked me to use it to fix my wounds. I thought, wow, this woman has a sharp tongue but a soft heart. She's actually quite nice."
"Then during a midterm exam, she had trouble with her writing and was scratching her head. I knew it but ignored her because exams were everything to me at that time. Then she pushed me and asked me to show her my work. I thought about the favor she had done me last time and decided to just show her my work once. She copied it very quickly and even shyly said thank you to me at the end. I didn't take it seriously."
"The next day, I found a new set of clothes in my closet. I asked my deskmate if she had put it there. She said very arrogantly, 'It's okay, just treat it as a reward for copying the answers for me.' I accepted it and resisted going to see the clothes for a whole day. Later, after school, I was so anxious that I tried them on. You know what, they were really handsome. But I also felt that it would be too embarrassing to wear something someone had just given me, so I didn't dare wear it to school."
"But I don't know if I was possessed or what at the time. Anyway, she was the first person besides the dean who treated me so well. I couldn't help but secretly glance at her during class. Later, she noticed and asked me if I liked her and why I kept staring at her. I was so nervous at the time and said no, no. But then I was torn between my conscience and my feelings for a long time in class. Damn, a man likes her so he likes her, why not Jill? Later, when school was over and she was about to leave, I held her and told her that, in fact, I did..."
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